SUCKER PUNCH

Ian was mad. Not only he failed to trust one of his friends but also and maybe the most importantly, the friend occurred to be unworthy in the end. Ian stayed quite mute for the rest of the day and thanks god it wasn't a filming day. The footage would come up as stiff and unnatural ass he felt right now. Or he would be close to killing someone on the set.

He felt so pissed off that he decided to go for an unplanned jogging. He had to flush away all guilt off himself but nothing he did that day seemed to work.

At night, when his girlfriend was asleep, he sat down to his computer sleepless and bored and started looking through fanfics. That was what he needed. A huge portion of kinky, unrealistic and dirty gay sex with him and Anthony as the main dish. Or a brilliant, amusing romance with some random girls they had seen for the first time ever in their life! Totally legit!

He kept on scrolling down a page with intense stare but emotionless face. Blue shades in his irises kept on melting altogether without a plan. What was he doing anyway? Reading that shit was not so much fun. Only few writers seemed to have some talent and an actual idea how to write a realistic scene. Most of these were kinda cute, but... He growled quietly and felt so exasperated, like a wave flooding him from the bottom to the top. He grabbed his jacket and rushed towards the door.

"I'm gonna get some fun tonight!" He mumbled while driving to a location that had to contain of fun and amusement. "I just hope Mel won't notice... That I'm being myself." He added and chuckled.

Ian arrived close to his destination but a sudden impulse told him to pull over. He found some grocery store parking and stopped there. He stretched his arms on the wheel and took a few breaths. Being in da club... Getting totally shitfaced... Probably being hit on by some girls. No one knows where I am. Not good.

"Dammit! Why did I have to get into discussion with that stupid cunt!" He shouted and punched a car seat. This was much too much for today. There was something definitely wrong going on in his mind. And Mel, and Anthony... Everybody he met today noticed that "Ian is a bit not himself today..."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck that shiiit!" He shouted into the emptiness of his car.

He stepped out abruptly onto the concrete. He has to get drunk! Now! He marched to the store. The glass door were almost in his range when Ian stopped suddenly. He opened his lips but shot them quickly. Anthony rolled out and Ian wanted to hide. But there was a very important detail going on there. There was like over six feet tall detail juggernaut who just pushed Anthony through the door. Ian stepped back, not knowing how to behave... Was he drunk already?

"Ian?!" Exclaimed Anthony and turned back immediately to stay focused on the dangerous man.

"So you have a problem with how I talk to ladies?" Asked the juggernaut with a deep voice and he meant more like it was a claim. He made a heavy step forward towards Anthony who stayed on his position.

Ian compulsively tried to complete his thoughts... So Kalel was here too?!

"What the...?" Muttered blue eyed friend looking slightly up to see big man's face fuzzy in the dim street lights.

"Hey, you! Shorty! You're his friend?!"

Ian wrinkled his forehead. Normally he would maybe flee and call the police, encouraged by Anthony's begging looks, but not tonight.

A few people gathered behind the door inside of the store. It was hard to estimate if they were there to help, stare or knew the juggernaut personally. Ian couldn't see Kalel anywhere close. How long before the cops arrive?
Anthony's face was serious and pale, his jaw tensed, although his eyes gave Ian a chill of fear. This was something serious...

"I like to put meat in his mouth." Replied Ian casually and Anthony gave him an intensely baffled stare: Are you nuts or what?

Ian stepped forward and stood next to his stunned friend. The huge guy in front of them was a bit confused but held his emotions.

"Wiseguy, huh?" He replied finally and moved just an inch closer to Ian. Shorty did not retreat. He stood there giving the big man one of his cold stares. He remembered all the rage gathering in his brain all the day long... He felt almost animalistic urge to... "A gay wiseguy!" Added juggernaut and punched Ian into stomach. Out of the blue. Ian groaned and collapsed to the ground.

"Ian!" shouted some voice.

The world whirled and he felt very sick, altogether with losing his breath. Oh no, not the asthma... Not now! The pain was unbearable, penetrating his body like it just started its suffering trip.

He heard some loud voices again, a moan and a thud. Just when he managed to pull himself together, he saw Anthony curled up next to himself. His friend was holding his balls in total agony.

"Oh noooo..." Whined Ian and started coughing hysterically.

Anthony was in so much pain, not even a squeak could come out of his mouth. He kept on breathing rapidly while a few tears flew out of his squinted eyes.

"And your haircut sucks balls... of your friend's emo haircut!" Scoffed the big guy and laughed viciously, as if what he did was not a big deal. He just made fun of someone's hair...

But Ian didn't care. His crazy cough almost stole his breath and soon he started drifting away.

"Oh my god!" they both heard Kalel's voice a few seconds later. "Just keep it together guys! Help is on the way already!" She shouted anxiously, seeing how they both looked.